"Sicheng, you still have breath." A young man stepped forward and probed the mouth, nose and neck of the young man in blue shirt.

"Save him!" the handsome young man said in a deep voice.

"yes."

Two other people stepped forward to help.

Miraculous elixirs, wound medicine, and exercise are a three-pronged approach.

"...Sicheng, he has been poisoned. It is a strange poison that cannot be cured." The young man came to Sicheng, lowered his head and said: "Already..."

"died?"

"yes."

"...Stand back!" The handsome young man waved his hand.

Footsteps sounded.

Four soldiers wearing bright armor came over and looked at them with frowns.

The handsome young man took out the red token from his arms and said calmly: "Zhao Guangfei of the Southern Supervision Department."

"Southern Supervision Department?" The four soldiers in bright armor looked at each other, nodded slightly, cupped their fists and bowed before retreating.

Zhao Guangfei watched them leave, glanced at the people around him with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Who is the murderer?"

"Already ran away." Someone bravely answered in a loud voice.

"What does it look like?"

"Hey, there's no need to ask anymore." A rough voice sounded, and Li Zhu and Zhou Tianhuai had already appeared at the top of the stairs.

Li Zhu was carrying someone in his hand.

The handsome man in green robe is the man who killed the man before. At this time, he no longer has the grace, calmness and arrogance, only anger and unwillingness.

"Who are you?"

"Li Zhu, the Prime Minister of the West in green clothes." Li Zhu said proudly: "I was ordered by the Prime Minister to capture the murderer and then extract the victim... Well, he is already dead?"

"Is this the murderer?" Zhao Guangfei said coldly.

Li Zhu carried the man in green robe like a chicken, picked it up and shook it: "That's it!"

He laughed and said: "What do you think of Shenjing as a place? What do you think of us, the undercover officers in green clothes? You dare to kill people in public, you don't know how to die!"

"I didn't kill anyone, I just hurt someone!" The man in green robe shouted hurriedly: "He was not dead when I took action, someone killed him!"

"That's nonsense." Li Zhu said angrily, "Could it be that the Southern Supervision Department harmed him?"

"Anyway, I didn't kill him." The handsome young man in green robe said hurriedly: "Everyone can testify."

"You used poison!" Zhao Guangfei said coldly.

"My poison can't kill anyone." The man in green robe said hurriedly.

"Shut up!" Li Zhuduan shouted, looked at the lifeless young man in blue shirt on the ground, and shook his head: "It's unlucky for him, he will die if he dies. Who asked him to strike first!"

He stepped forward to lift the young man in blue shirt away, but was blocked by two young men.

Li Zhu frowned and bumped his shoulder against his shoulder with his burly body like a bear.

The two young men staggered and failed to stop them.

Li Zhu took a step forward, picked up the young man in blue shirt with his toes, reached out to catch him, one with his left hand and one with his right hand, then turned around and walked away.

The two young men stepped back and tried to grab them again, but Zhao Guangfei waved his hand to stop them.

Zhao Guangfei stared at Li Zhu and Zhou Tianhuai coldly, watched them go down the stairs, then turned around and glanced at everyone.

His eyes were cold, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.

This Southern Supervision Department has had a bad start, so they won't take their anger out on themselves and others, right?

"Let's go!" Zhao Guangfei turned around, flicked his red cloak, and strode away.

The other eight people followed with gloomy expressions, all of them holding back their anger, all of them were angry at the green-clad undercover officer.

It was clear that he was going to get off to a good start, but he was given a thumbs down by the green-clad undercover, in public.

They could imagine that this matter would soon spread.

It originally happened in a restaurant. How fast was the teaching in the restaurant?

In less than half a day, the news spread throughout the entire Shenjing City.

Zhao Guangfei's face was gloomy and he said nothing. He had already remembered Li Zhu, Zhou Tianhuai, and Xicheng in green!

When Fakong saw this, he raised his eyebrows and focused his attention on Li Ying.

She was walking slowly westward along Suzaku Avenue.

He actually gave the Southern Supervision Department a slap in the face.

If it is a letter of name, this is not a good idea. It will directly damage the face of the Southern Supervision Department.

A thought crossed his mind: Could it be that she didn't want to join the Southern Supervision Department? Did she purposely reject her through this method?

Watching the people from the Southern Supervision Department leave, with the red cloak hunting away, everyone started talking.

"Master Fakong can save him, right? Why not?"

"have no idea."

"I thought Master Fakong would come to the rescue."

"Alas... this man died unjustly."

"It seems that Master Fakong will not save people casually."

"Nothing is wronged, you deserve to die!...Master should be the kind of person who would destroy himself and not save those who are seriously ill, right? That's good too."

"These guys shouldn't be saved!"

“It’s a disaster even if it’s saved!”

Not only did everyone not condemn Fakong for not taking action, but they all agreed and felt that Fakong had done the right thing.

Seeing this, Fakong shook his head secretly.

Most of the martial arts masters I saw were either in the Snowy Mountains or in Shenjing, and they were very well-behaved.

This is not the whole picture.

It's just that because of the circle I'm in, the masters I see all have high status and have been tempered, and they rarely draw swords against each other if they don't agree with each other.

But with the influx of experts from the outside world into Shenjing, the number of instances of fighting over disagreements is rapidly increasing.

Too many people have entered Shenjing but have not changed their mentality, and still act according to the set of rules from the outside. The green-clad internal affairs department and the infantry yamen are busy enough.

——

In the Dongcheng of Shenjing, Dongyang Alley is surrounded by middle-class families. They are neither very rich nor very poor, and their lives are easy and fast.

Inside an ordinary house in Dongyang Alley, it is exquisite and elegant.

There is a small bamboo forest in the front yard. As the autumn wind comes, all the bamboo leaves have fallen, leaving only the bamboo branches swaying in the wind, which is quite desolate.

There are still a few plum blossoms that have not yet bloomed.

There is no pavilion in the small courtyard. There is only a square wooden table in front of the bamboo forest. There are chairs beside the table. Sitting there is a beautiful woman in commoner clothes and jade hairpin.

Even if she wears common clothes, she can't hide her graceful figure and curvy figure.

A gust of wind blew, the bamboo forest rustled, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and time seemed to have stopped flowing.

She rested her chin on her hands, staring at the bamboo forest and thinking quietly, her expression calm and focused.

Bright and soft eyes reflect the bamboo forest.

Just at this moment, a figure floated down from the yard.

It fell to the ground silently, not even a speck of dust.

He was dressed in a green robe, tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was full of thoughts.

He seems to be middle-aged and old.

He looks middle-aged, with full muscles and no wrinkles on his face, but the temperament between his eyebrows is that of an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life.

"Great Elder." The commoner woman suddenly looked over in surprise, smiling sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming.

She is beautiful, not top-notch, but with such a smile, she is instantly dazzling and radiant.

"Yeah." The middle-aged man sat across from her and lightly dusted his sleeves, as if he disliked the dirty wooden table.

"Great Elder, I heard the news that the main altar has fallen?"

"Well, everyone is almost dead."

"Then Great Elder, you..."

"I'm fine, Lao Huang and the others are not so lucky." The middle-aged man's face was as dark as water, and he said slowly: "What a Chu Xiong, what a method!"
To be continued...